Lila’s P.O.V.
I tapped my nails nervously against the ceramic mug in front of me, the soft clink-clink-clink echoing in the quiet café. The smell of roasted coffee beans and freshly baked pastries filled the air around me, but I had no appetite. Across from me, Jules sat with one leg crossed over the other, sipping on her latte like she hadn’t a single care in the world, probably because well... she hadn't. Her sunglasses were perched on top of her dark hair, and her denim jacket hung loosely over her shoulders. I stared at her for a moment, wondering how Jules always looked effortlessly cool, even in a tiny, out-of-the-way café where my own nerves were on full display for the world to see.
I took a deep breath and cleared my throat, trying to ease my way into the conversation which, wit
